Simple Truths

There are so many truths
None of them are completely full
No words, pens or papers could describe
What is always on my mind.
Maybe one day, maybe one night
When there would be no reason to whisper
"Please, be mine".
Trying to explain is useless,
Feelings can't be concretely showed
They are my illness
that are out of my control.
Few things are certainly known:
Like you're the only exception
And somehow you opened my cold heart made of stone,
And the fact that every single second
I am wishing to be your own.
Your face has secret weapons
Look at me, smile, then you'll see
All the things I wanted you to believe.
It's not necessarily a need
It's just my heart asking you to stay here with me
And listen what it is screaming:
Without you I can not be.